I Am Not At All Clear What

A Chronicle Is Very Different From History Proper.

Children, To Be Illustrious Is Sad.

When In Still Air And Still In Summertime A Leaf Has Had Enough Of This, It Seems To Make Up Its Mind To Go; Fine As A Sage Its Drifting In Detachment Down The Road.

I Am Not At All Clear What Free Verse Is Anymore. That's One Of The Things You Learn Not To Know.

That So Much Of Our Experience, Or The Stereotype Which Passes For It Should Be Dealt With By Means Of The Short Story Is Perhaps A Symptom Not Unnoticeable Elsewhere In The Public Domain Of An Unlovely Cynicism About Human Character.